68 Pepper Spray

The stinging sensation set my face on fire when I noticed bits of my hair crumbling down around me from being ripped out when he had tugged me up.

Really.

I don't understand why males have to go around grabbing women by their hair just to get their attention.

It's extremely rude and impolite.

"Let's rough her up a bit before we hand her off to the facility," the older male chuckled out darkly.

His hand moved down to his belt and just the crisp metallic sound made me sick to my stomach.

I bit down hard on my tongue to keep myself from throwing up while pretending to glance around for anything that I could use to defend myself.

The TV remote didn't look very threatening and neither did the couch pillows.

Both were too far away from my reach anyway.

I tried to make myself cry harder and look as weak and docile as possible in order to distract them when I put my hand into the bag.

Then, I remembered that I had tucked the pepper spray into the side pocket for easy reach.

I mentally berated myself before grabbing the black bottle with my right hand.

I pushed the safe switch to the side with my thumb and pushed down on the button, putting the younger male in direct contact with the initial spray of liquid.

"Fuck!" the younger male with red hair shouted when the liquid went directly into his open eyes.

He fell back onto the floor with a deafening thud, rubbing at his eyes.

I quickly tried to spray the other one but missed because he had anticipated my attack after I got his partner.

"Beat the shit out of her, Sean," the male, who was still floundering on the ground, screeched out.

His entire face went red as he continued to spread the burning substance around with his hands like an idiot.

Before I could try to spray at him again, the male, known as Sean, smacked the bottle out of the palm of my hand, leaving me defenseless once again.

Since that had failed, I bit down on my tongue hard before dodging his hands that came at me.

My eyes narrowed.

With strength, from who knows where, I tackled the skinny older male and knocked him back.

My fist was quick to pound down on his face with deft precision that I never knew I had.

Neither saw it coming.

Compared to punching werewolves, I would much rather punch humans because it actually did more damage than it ever would on a werewolf.

Punch after punch came in contact with his face.

I could hear the disgusting crunch of his nose breaking underneath my fist.

The satisfaction was magnanimous.

My knuckles started to burn in the beginning but soon became numb as my fist rained down on his face.

I don't even know if it was his blood or mine when it started to stain his face in rivulets.

The maroon liquid smeared across his skin until his entire face was red.

His fist had hit me a couple of times in the shoulder and neck but, because of the awkward angle, it didn't do any damage.

I was completely numb to pain now because of the rush of adrenaline running through my system like a drug induced high that hasn't come crashing down yet.

Noticing that his punches didn't connect as he had thought, he made a move to dislodge me but I was adamant on keeping him sustained.

I grabbed the bottle of pepper spray on the ground and sprayed it into his eyes and all the bleeding parts of his face.

I made sure that it burned the hell out of him while I continued to beat him.

"Fuck!! You crazy bitc—" He was crying by now, but I was not going to relent.

When I pulled my arm back and slammed it into his face one final time, he completely fell silent.

The other one was blindly grabbing at me, unable to pull me off when I kicked him in his knee and then again in the area where the sun doesn't shine.

When he fell back cussing, I punched him in the face too.